Quotes

[The Enchanted Muggle]

This is an exercise we did in my writing class and I enjoyed it. So I'm sharing it with you

how this works is the person above you will give you any quote (or two or three) they can think of. Your job is to freewrite for about ten minutes and your freewrite has to have those quotes somewhere in it, preferably somewhere in the beginning.

So let's begin!

"We have such bipolar weather!"

[Anastasia]

"We have such bipolar weather!" the woman sitting next to my sit exclaimed, her fan sent ripples through my hair. The bus was hot and dry. Bodies were everywhere. Holding on to dear life from anywhere they could. I was one of the lucky who had spotted a seat when they still had the chance. Yesterday it had been raining non-stop and now we had a full-blown summer heat. You bet it was bipolar. My closet was a mess of winter and summer clothes, that was for sure. Today I was heading towards the beach. My friends had for good measure a suitcase filled with warm coats. My phrases are "OMG! What a hottie!" and " I'd be his love-slave if he'd let me" :D

[Dabs]

"O-M-G, what a hottie!" said the dumb cunt. "I'd be his love slave if he'd let me!"

I stared at her for a good three minutes as she continued her conversation with the three other women around her. Conversation might be too strong a word for it, though. She spoke in a series of insubstantial, thoughtless blabs. "And he was like, oh my gawd, and I was like, oh my gawd, and we were like, OH MY GAWD!" The other subway travelers either turned away from her or glared.

My eyes almost rolled into my head. My hand tightened around the stanchion. How could this cunt even exist? How, in this day and age, after years of feminism? How could such a dumb-ass stand before me? Fucking air-head.

"And then, O-M-G, he like, started talking about his gym, and I basically just jizzed myself right there."

O-M-G, and then I started making him a sandwich and shit out a bunch of babies. That's all I need from my life. I'm basically incomplete without man.

I could've punched that bitch. But that would make me no better than her wife-beater boyfriend. If only we weren't in the subway. I could call up my mother and have her scream at this dumbass for killing everything she worked for. That would imply that this woman could even function on my mother's level of intelligence, though.

"And then like, holy fuck, we went and fucked in the bathroom. It was fuckin' legit."

"Excuse me." A woman, probably in her early fifties, leaned over and tapped the dumb cunt on the shoulder. "Could you kindly shut the fuck up?"

"What did you just say, bitch?"

"You're a whore. And you're stupid. And you're an insult to everyone with a vagina." She smiled softly and nodded her head. "Are your parents proud of you?"

"Do you even know who I am?"

"I know what you are."

The dumb cunt folded her arms over her chest. "At least I'm hot."

"Lets see how far that gets you."

The dumb cunt's face lit with anger. She snorted and tossed her hair from her face, as if that had somehow won her the argument. The train slid to a stop, and the doors peeled open. The dumb cunt stormed off, her posse following in suit.

I turned to the older woman--the savior--once the doors closed. "Thank you," I said. The rest of the car echoed.


Wow, that was therapeutic. My quotes are: "What key?" and "He's upstairs."